Page 62 of Knotty New Year

“Pax? Try Bowser,” Lin giggled. Her phone pinged. “Oof, that’s Big Ben. Pickles needs to nurse again soon.”

“I’ll hurry,” I promised. I felt a small twinge in my lower back as I leaned down to see a baby dino costume, and rested a hand on my belly. My security escort, Mickey, started to raise his phone to his ear, but I waved him off. “Just stretching.”

I really did need to pick a costume fast. It was well into October, and the baby was twelve days overdue. My doctor had scheduled me to be induced tomorrow, and I knew this was my last chance to get out of the house before the baby came.

Our son. I sniffled, like I did every time I thought about a little boy with Pax’s mahogany hair and chocolate-brown eyes.

I rubbed my eyes and glanced around the booth we were in. Ostensibly, it was a costume shop, but there was a whole row of Halloween-themed paddles on the back wall that had been decorated to readDaddy’s Bad Little Ghostand things like that. I wandered toward that side of the stall. The nipple clamps with the little bats were so cute.

“I frickin’ love bats,” I mumbled, wishing my ginorma-boobs were sexy enough to pull them off. Or at least less leaky.I picked them up anyway, remembering that morning’s activities.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” I crooned in Pax’s ear.

He groaned, rolling over on our huge mattress. “It can’t be morning.”

I stroked the short hairs at his temple. “Aww. Did I tire my old alpha out last night?”

Before I finished the last word, he had rolled over beside me and had his mouth on my neck, sucking at my mating bite. “I’ll show you old alpha,” he threatened.

“That was exactly what I was hoping for.”

“How long have you been awake, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing his way down to my nipples. Pax was obsessed with my nipples, and they were equally as fixated on him. As my pregnancy had progressed, they’d grown more and more sensitive. I wasn’t all that surprised. My boobs had always had minds of their own, especially my left one.

“Pax!” I cried out as his mouth closed over the nipple in question, and a bolt of pleasure shot straight to my clit, making me shudder in the early stages of a surprise climax.

Over the past few weeks, I’d started orgasming just from him playing with them, which was some sort of Holy Grail of sex, according to Rain and Soleil. I still preferred to have him inside me when I came, though.

“Pax,” I whined once I’d come down from my peak, and he kept pinching and pulling at my nipples. “You’ll make them leak.”

“That’s fair,” he growled, his hands snaking down and opening my thighs almost roughly. “You make me leak.” I reached for his thick cock and ran my finger over the top, where he was indeed dripping with pre-cum. I lifted my hand to my mouth, smiling.

“Yum. Breakfast.”

“Exactly,” he agreed, going back to my breasts, but letting his fingers draw slippery circles around my clit as well until I splintered into another firework of bliss.

“I’m still hungry,” I complained when I could speak again, and gestured for him to move up on the bed.

“You don’t need to—” he began, then snapped his jaw shut when I snarled.

“Now.”

“At your service, my sweet wife.”

I blushed, but didn’t apologize. I’d gotten more and more demanding in the past few months, and even though everything ached—my hips, my back, my feet—his touch and his taste seemed to help regulate my moods and the discomfort.

I drew the tip of his cock into my mouth, wondering for an instant why this was the breakfast I wanted most in the world. But then his salt and musk hit the back of my throat, and the omega in me took over, drawing him deeper, my tongue moving around the top half of his length, and one hand, now slicked up with my own juices, wrapped around the bottom and resting on his knot.

He hadn’t been able to knot me in the last month of my pregnancy. Not that the doctor had recommended against it; in fact, she’d mentioned at my last check-in that late-stage knotting was a good way to bring on labor. Pax had agreed to try it at some point, but he was nervous that he’d hurt the baby.

That ends today.I smiled around his cock as he groaned, and sucked harder. I’d tried to bring on my labor by doing all the regular things: eating spicy foods, taking long walks, even eating pineapple. But I had a feeling what I really needed was my alpha’s knot.

And I was going to take what I needed.

I cupped his balls, feeling them begin to tighten as his climax approached, only to find myself being maneuvered around until his mouth was on my core. He held off, and I barreled closer to my peak, until I whined again. “I want to come with you inside me, Pax.”

“You’re the boss,” he teased, taking one more long lick before he pulled away. “How do you want to do this?”

I stared down at my enormous belly. The baby was being quiet for now, though I had a feeling he’d start kicking my bladder soon enough. “Me on top?” I asked, trying not to let him see what I had planned. I moved slowly until I was balanced over him, sitting upright. As I sank down onto him, he held me protectively, keeping me balanced, and I relaxed. In only a few short thrusts, I was at the brink again.

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